Madame Penelope Part 4
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It was the week after Madame Penelope's tea party, as I left the house I
noticed a look of longing on my wife's face. Since that week she had
been a lot more amorous and slightly demanding during our love making
and I was in heaven. I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled
"Enjoy," was all she said enigmatically
At Madame Penelope's house I let myself in and headed to my room to
change. Madame had given Mistress Jenny a key so that she or I could let
our selves in; it seems Mistress Jenny had struck up quite a friendship
with Madame Penelope. I opened the door to my room and as always seemed
to be the case with Madame was shocked and pleased to see what awaited
me. It was a beautiful bright pink French Maids Uniform. It had a satin
bodice with a flattering neckline trimmed in glass silk and had a cute
bow at the front. The bodice had detailed mocked-stitching under the
bust to the waist to give a wasp like fit. She-through glass silk puff
ball sleeves trimmed in glass silk cuffs again fixed with satin bows.
The short satin skirt sat on top of super luxury glass silk petticoats,
of which there were so many layers the hem of the skirt was higher than
the petticoats. The uniform was finished off with a pinafore of satin
which was tied at the back in a large sissy bow. Of course my mouth
watered at this vision of sissyness and my cock throbbed in its prison.
I ran my hands in the layers of petticoats and crooned to myself.
Snapping out of my stupor I undressed and looked to see what under
garments I had been given. I was not disappointed in their equally girly
sissiness. On top of the items was a note in Masters hand writing.
"Take off your cock cage.....all the better to enjoy!" was the elusive
message
There was a pair of bright pink full knickers covered in lace of a
slightly lighter pink, they were much like the ones Master had ripped
from me last week. My mind wondered back to that event and mixed
feelings crossed my mind. There was an equally frilly pink Basque with
the knickers and finally a full body stocking. The body stocking was
opaque white in colour but seemed to have a sheen to it. I picked it up
and ran it through my fingers, for some reason it gave me a tingle of
excitement. The neck was the only way to but the stocking on. I pulled
it to test and realised it would expand enough for me to step into it.
This I eagerly did, pulling the stocking up my legs, over my hips, over
chest, lastly pushing my arms into the sleeves allowing the neck to snap
tightly into place. The only parts of my body not covered by the
stocking were my hands, head and I had noticed a hole for access to my
sissy pussy.
Now that I had the body stocking on it felt rather strange, sort of
tingly all over, where it rubbed my nipples they felt really sensitive,
and as for my cock and balls! I just wanted to reach down and stroke
myself to climax. I gently rubbed my sensitive nipple and yelped at the
sensation, I had almost climaxed at that one touch....what was this
stocking? I really wanted to play with myself but knew Madame would be
waiting, beside I thought to myself if I started I would not be able to
stop. So distracted by the feel of the body stocking I dressed. Even the
sissiness of the dress was lost to me due to the erotic feeling elicited
by the rub of the stocking. It seemed that what ever I did, however I
moved the stocking rubbed against my erogenous zones sending me wild
with passion. My cock was dripping like a tap! Sissy pink stiletto heels
had also been supplied by Madame so I donned these and minced my way to
the study. Yes minced, it seemed the dress and the stocking had altered
my deportment. I consoled myself by thinking it was just a way of
stopping the erotic rubbing of the stocking but I knew deep down that
was not the case, something was changing me!
Madame Penelope was as I had seen her before many times. She was
standing one hand on the back of a wing back leather chair. She had on
black patent leather eight inch stiletto shoes, opaque white stockings
that had a familiar sheen, a figure hugging black pencil skirt. The
skirt was belted by a broad black patent leather belt, a startlingly
white silk blouse the sleeves of which came to just bellow her shoulder
and ended in puffed up frills. The only difference to her usual strict
attire was that she appeared to be wearing a body stocking similar to
mine. I could see it at her neck and extending along her arms to her
wrists. That's why the sheen of the stockings she was wearing looked
familiar; they were not stockings at all but the all encompassing body
stocking. She smiled at me as I entered, but there was something in her
eyes. The smouldering look of lust, and she seemed unable to stand still
restlessly moving from foot to foot. After I had appraised Madame my
gaze fell on Master Roger. He was lounging in the chair a smug grin on
his face. He wore patent leather black shoes, tight designer jeans, so
tight in fact that I could see the throbbing bulge in his crotch. Or was
that my imagination? Tucked into the jeans was a white silk shirt. The
buttons of which were undone to his midriff. I could see his shapely
pecks and washboard stomach....so deliciously lickable. What was I
thinking! I tried to stand to attention before Madame and Master but
soon realised much like Madame I could not. The erotic feeling, the
lustful thoughts for both Master and Madame coursed through my brain.
"Hello Davina...." smiled Master, his grin seemed to grow as he watched my
lustful appraisal of them both
"It would seem you like your new body stocking..."
"Y-Yes Master........If I may," I stammered wanting desperately an answer to
these feelings
"Hush Davina, I know you have questions and I will answer them. I am a
CEO of a big pharmaceuticals company. You my dear are wearing a body
stocking impregnated with our latest product. It's a version of Viagra
specifically designed for women. And it works rather well doesn't it
dear...." With that he turned to Madame Penelope
"Yes Roger....it's....it's...unbelievable," she gasped
"The trials on male subjects have however proven to have no effect!
That it works on females only. Well that is until you, so what does that
make you Davina......certainly not an alpha male" he smiled
I blushed deep red, I hopped from foot to foot, my cock dripped pre-come
and I almost climaxed at the humiliation of my predicament. Was I really
some kind of effeminate male? My reaction to this drug seemed to prove
this. I shuddered and squirmed with joy....yes joy!
My reverie was dispelled by Master.
"Well Davina you have work to do, and I have a horny wife to please....so
off you go, our bedroom needs cleaning."
"Yes Master." I curtsied almost fainting at the joy of the stocking
rubbing against my cock. I looked on with lust as Master moved to Madame
Penelope and began to caress her bottom. To relieve myself of erotic and
frustrating thoughts I hurried from the room. When I got to the bedroom
I realised that it was a mess and that I was not going to dispel the
erotic thoughts running through my brain by immersing myself in work. It
seemed the bedroom had not long been used. The bed was a complete mess,
bedclothes and sheets strewn on the floor. The only thing left on the
bed was the base sheet, and this had multiple damp patches. It seemed
that a rather lustful coupling had just taken place, I could smell it in
the air, see it in the devastation. There was also sex toys of all
shapes scattered around. Longingly I moved to the bed and stripped off
the sheet. The scent from this soiled item pricked my nose and my cock
throbbed and leaked in equal measure. Dropping the sheet I lifted my
petticoats to see that I had rather a large damp patch around my cock
and balls. The material of the stocking it seemed was waterproof because
the juices had collect inside gathering around my balls. I looked
longingly at that patch and my mouth watered, quickly I brushed down my
petticoats for fear of losing myself. This drug seemed to have addled my
brain; erotic thoughts assailed me all the time. I was going crazy with
lust. I gathered up all the bedding and headed for the utility room to
put them in the wash. This small domestic chore seemed to slightly blunt
my hunger. Returning to the bedroom I remade the bed with fresh linen.
Next I looked at the scattered sex toys. I really did not want to
collect and wash these! My mind was close to breaking point as it was.
Stealing myself I gathered them up. Butt plugs, dildos, strap-on, love
eggs and vibrators. I gathered them all and then taking them to the sink
in the en suite bathroom carefully washed them. As I placed them in the
sink I stared at my face in the mirror, a look of crazy lust was in my
eyes, was I going insane. It certainly looked that way from my
reflection. The scent of sex filled my senses, driving me wild with
passion. As I was about to wash the largest of the dildos an
overwhelming urge gripped me. Instead of immersing it in the soapy water
I put it to my lips. My tongue licked out and caresses the slightly
salty surface. I tasted both Master and Madame, my cock throbbed fit to
burst and an ecstatic groan escaped my lips. One thought filled my head,
what would it be like to push this deep into my pussy! I so much wanted
it buried deep inside me! I opened my eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy and
standing behind me was Madame Penelope.
"Come Davina I think you have suffered enough....."
"Finish what you are doing and return to the bedroom."
I quickly washed the last of the items and put them away. I almost ran
back to the bedroom to find that Madame had stripped the bed throwing
the bedding all over the floor. She was laid on the bed head propped on
a pillow. She was naked save for the body stocking in which holes had
strategically been placed at nipples and crotch
"Come and lick me Davina......Master Roger denied me climax and I need it
NOW," she gasped
I moved between her legs. I could sympathise with her plight. If the
body stocking was having the same effect on her as it was having on me
then she must have been driven wild by Master Rogers touch! The answer
to that question was given as soon as my questing tongue met her molten
hot and wet pussy. She bucked under the slightest touch and screamed her
orgasm, shaking the house! But her passion did not die there.
"Deeper Davina....lick me deeper."
Of course I willingly obliged my tongue and face sinking into her
sopping wet pussy. Her mewling screams drowned out as she clamped her
thighs around my face, holding me prisoner to her lust. I always find
when giving pleasure like this that my needs take a backseat. Thankfully
this was the case here. Why thankfully? Well in seeing to Madame's needs
I seemed to have quenched the throbbing hunger for my own release. I
licked and sucked Madame to multiple orgasms, she thrashed under my
ministrations no doubt pushed on by the drug laced body stocking. As
Madame's thrashing began to subside my forgotten passion was awakened. I
felt the soft caress of a hand on my stocking clad bottom. I raised my
head looking over my shoulder to find Master Roger at the side of the
bed. He was naked and my eyes devoured his body. In my drug addled
stated I longed to kiss and lick every finely toned inch. My mouth
watered as my eyes fixed on his crudely thrusting ten inch cock!
Carefully and far too slowly for my liking he pulled down my panties and
removed them. I felt his weight on the bed behind me and my pulse
quickened at what was about to happen. I really wanted this I wanted his
hot hard cock buried in my pussy, I wanted to be his sissy! There was no
need for lubrication; my cock had been dripping profusely all the time I
had been wearing to body stocking so Master simply pressed the bulbous
head of his cock against my puckered hole. I pulled away losing the
contact! My face plunging into Madame's hot wet pussy and I CLIMAXED!
Yes pulse after pulse of sissy juice pumped from my cock at the merest
touch of Masters cock. I gasped and screamed, convulsed and shuck as
this immense orgasm wracked my body. Master laughed uproariously at
this, smacking my bottom which only seemed to incense me even more!
As my orgasm subsided...
"Please Master......Please fill me," I begged.
He grabbed my hips and thrust his rock hard cock into my hot and even
wetter pussy and I squirmed under him. What a sight we must have made.
Me the sissy maid, dressed in bright pink. My face buried in Madame's
burning hot pussy, Master thrusting away at my equally hot pussy!
After a few strokes I was bucking in a second orgasm, and a few strokes
more coming again, soon everything blurred into multiple orgasms only
stopping when Master had tired and I was exhausted beyond reason. We
fell together in an exhausted mass on the bed, still a little fire of
hunger burned in me. I needed to get out of this body stocking.......or did
I want to. We all drifted into a light doze. I was woken by Madame
extricating herself from the pile and heading for the bathroom. Over her
shoulder she quipped
"Oh yes Davina, we have a present for you in the next room" and then she
was gone. I sat up on the bed and gazed longingly at Masters reclined
body. My gaze lingered on his flaccid spent cock. The drug raising the
passion in me again
"Get up Davina!" I thought otherwise I would have been lost to lust
again, which I could so easily have accepted. I stood straightened my
attire and ambled to the connecting door. Opening it I stepped into the
next room and stopped dead in my tracks.
On the bed in this room was a bound female. She was covered in the same
body stocking as both Madame and I were wearing. She was laid face down
on the bed, facing away from the door. I was treated to the sight of her
ample bound bottom. Her arms were pulled behind her back and bound at
shoulders, elbow and wrist. The legs were tied at ankles, knees and
thighs. Her ankles had then been raised and were tied to her wrists
effectively hogtieing her. All the ropes bit deeply into her ample body
and I watched mesmerised as she struggled in her bonds. No doubt she was
experiencing the same lust for climax that I had experienced and that
was quickly rising in me again.
I did not need to see the face to know the look of hunger that would be
there, but I wanted to look into the eyes of my wife and show her that I
understood her hunger.
I walked mechanically around the bed to look into my wife's eyes. When
she saw me she struggled in her bonds. Her eyes almost begging me to
give her release, a fat ball gag stymied any way for her to beg me.
After staring longingly for a while I had reached the decision to go to
her pussy and lick her to climax when Madame entered the room.
"Like her?" she laughed.
"Ohh she is beautiful," I gasped not breaking eye contact with my wife.
Madame came round the bed and seated herself in a leather chair facing
the bed.
"Come kneel," ordered Madame pointing between her legs.
I reluctantly pulled my eyes from my wife to look upon my Madame. She
had slightly opened her legs and her moist pussy beckoned my worship. I
fell to my knees before her. I heard a mewling from the bed and looked
to see my wife struggling in her bonds her eyes begging for my touch,
any touch to release her from her frustration. I knew exactly how she
felt and sympathised with her, but I was in the thrall of Madame
Penelope.
"Your wife has confided in me recently one of her deepest fantasies...do
you know what it is Davina?"
"No Madame," I confessed.
"She confessed that she wanted to be my slave and to be the slave of
Master Roger."
I heard a squeal from my wife and looked back. Master Roger had entered
the room. He had untied my wife's arms from her legs and was now untying
her legs
"So Davina you have a question to answer...."
"Do you want your wife to join you in servitude to us?"
I looked to my wife. Master had now untied her and pulled her across the
bed. I could tell that from the position that with one quick thrust he
could mount her. I looked into his eyes and he smiled. I looked to my
wife. Her eyes begged and she gave an imperceptible nod. Not taking my
eye from my wife I answered
"Yes I would love to have my wife serve you as I have."
A smile worked its way around the gag in Jenny's mouth.
"Come worship then," was the order from Madame.
The last thing I heard as my face descended into that hot pungent pussy
was my wife's ecstatic cries of release!
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